Roman Holiday

[Hook]
Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You'll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break
From your sovereignty
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday)
A Roman holiday

[Verse 1]
You done, you tight?
You suck at life?
You don't want a round three?
Worship the queen and you might could pass
Keep it real, these chicks couldn't wipe my huh
Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari
I am the ultimate Svengali
These chickens can't even spell that
You, you hoes buggin'
Repel that
Let me tell you this, sister
I am, I am colder than a blister
Cause my flow's so sick
And I'm a lunatic
And this can't be cured with no Elixir
Cause y'all don't know who da, who da, I do
I done put the pressure to every thug I knew
Quack quack to a duck and a chicken too
Put the hyena in a freakin' zoo

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Witch, twitch, bitch!
God, mother's right, this is World War 6
This right here is gonna make a chick die
And this right here is gonna make a chick cry
And if im being honest I such a great guy
And this what I do when a chick breaks flock
I'mma put her in a dungeon under, under
All the girls, they ain't eating
They dying of hunger
Mother I need, who is this?
And yes, maybe this a type of tourettes
Get my wigs, Terrence, go and get my barrettes

[Hook]

[Outro]
Talking bout me, you talking about me?
I dare a mother, he talking about me
They must be smokin' a couple of OZs
They want the outline, I give them a goatee
Mother, they talking about me?
I dare a mother, they talking about me
They must be smokin a couple of OZs
They want the outline, I give them a goatee